Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Oman and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Evens. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funkadelic,
Lou Christie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reuben Wilson,
This Heat,
Donald Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mark Hollis,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Panda Bear,
Skriet,
Minny Pops,
Neu!,
Nick Fraelich,
Mantronix,
Davy DMX,
Soul II Soul,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Colin Newman,
Metal Thangz,
The Litter,
These Immortal Souls,
D'Angelo,
Livin' Joy,
Drexciya,
The Standells,
K-Klass,
Scratch Acid,
The Real Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arab on Radar,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultravox,
The Grass Roots,
Trumans Water,
Section 25,
Danielle Patucci,
Urselle,
Motorama,
Ituana,
Cheater Slicks,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blackbyrds,
Mandrill,
Smog,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.